Uncle Dong, who came to deliver tea, choked fiercely when he heard this sentence from Jiang Mingxu. He coughed frantically.
Song Wei's face flushed red in a heartbeat, too. This sudden and obvious provocation caught her off-guard. The shameless image that she had initially erected collapsed in front of him once again.
"I think that I came at the wrong time." Even Uncle Dong wanted to take the tray and avoid them.
Jiang Mingxu swept a glance at Song Wei indifferently and concluded with a slight trace of disdain, "If you can't afford to play, don't pretend to be willing to do anything."
Then, he turned around and took the teacup from Uncle Dong's hand. With a solemn face, he intended to push Song Wei aside and enter his room.
However, Song Wei still didn't give in.
Jiang Mingxu smirked and glanced at her. "I have already given you a choice. If you don't dare to choose, please move aside."
